Reasons to be Cheerful – Taking a Break

So, eagle-eyed viewers will notice I didn’t post for a few days. Most of you probably didn’t notice at all, actually, because that isn’t exactly big news. It’s factual news though. I didn’t post anything for a whole three days on the trot. Rewind a few months and this would be par for the course – it’s taken me a couple of years to actually get into a routine of almost-daily posting. Blogging on top of a full time job is pretty tricky, as well as juggling it with, well, life in general. But I did eventually get into the swing of it, and recently had a pretty good, uninterrupted stint. Almost two entire months, in fact.

This weekend though, I hit a wall. Things have been a little manic lately, and I’ve been feeling a little rattled by the speed in which days have started to merge into one. I mean, we’re nearing the end of August already. AUGUST! We’re nearly 9 months into the year and I haven’t a clue what I’ve done with all that time! I know a lot has happened, because frankly life is a very different picture to this post, which I wrote at the very start of the year. Different, and yet the same in a weird kind of way, but that’s a post for another day…! Anyway, my point is, despite knowing it’s been happening, I sometimes feel like I don’t remember it happening. It just kinda happened. Life has been passing in a bit of a blur lately and it’s left me feeling a little out of sync. So I just stopped posting.

I’d love to say it was all planned – that it was all part of a conscious switch off, a technological detox or a ‘going off grid’ exercise – that would be extremely cool and hipster of me, no? It wasn’t though. I actually have plenty of half written posts sat in my drafts and plenty of ideas about what I want to write about, but to be honest? I just couldn’t be bothered! I mean, I did spend at 5 different occasions over the last couple of days chastising myself and watching my views plummet and telling myself to stop being such a lazy bitch and just write something, dammit. But I just couldn’t make myself care enough to do it. I was just in one of those really bad moods where you don’t feel like interacting, and you just want to climb under the duvet and sleep for a week. I just didn’t want to do anything, so I didn’t.

Thing is, that makes it sound like life is bad right now, but it really isn’t. Well, work is pretty bad, but then when is it not? No, life, outside the office, is really, really good. It’s just progressing at an alarming rate, a rate that is making my head spin and that paired with the crappy bits (i.e the aforementioned swearword that is work) I just feel like I need to sit still sometimes and wait for the world to stop moving so I can catch my breath. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing. In fact, it felt like a bit of a treat actually. It felt really nice not to care for a little while, and just let my brain and my body shut down. It was short lived, because I think what I really need is a proper holiday, so my attitude just got a whole lot worse again today, but still, a little R&R can only be a good thing, right? I don’t think anyone should feel bad about taking some time out now and then. In fact, I encourage it!

Hope you all had a restful weekend!

Love,